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You wanna know what's awesome?

THIS.

We watched it in my pre-calc class today.

seriously, watch this guy's hands.

My father is one of those guys who will buy a guitar because it's cheap, travel with it for a while, and then give it away when he can't carry it around anymore.

My parents are hippies. My father more than my mother.

Road trips with my father are the best. We'll drive along, see someplace interesting, park, and hike until we find someplace with a view, then make sardine and cheese sandwiches on whole wheat bread, with olives and tomatoes on the side. That was our last road trip, anyway. Another time, we traveled the length of Route 66 in a 1962 Chevy Nova. My father and his Nova.

that car...it will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine.

Total opposite. My father lives in the remote Galapagos Islands of Ecuador because he moved there in '68 to dodge the draft. He dropped out of college, but he's taught me more than any Algebra ever will. He'ss been all over and done everything, so as far as life experience goes, you can't beat an aging hippie. heart

The room your youtube video is filmed in looks like where I went for a new year's party a couple years ago. You don't live in Pennsylvania, do you? eek

Yeah, I don't own an iPod, but one time, my father and I were on a trip and we had both brought our laptops, so we were sitting across the room from one another, using the free wifi at the hotel, and e-mailing movies and music to one another. Quality time in the internet age, tell ya what. xd

My father hates fast food, and I avoid it if I can afford to. We're strong believers in authenticity. A Japanese grill should not be run by Ignacio and Yolanda. More like Ichiro and Yumiko, kthx.

Seems that way. My parents are approaching or in their sixties. Whatever, none of us really count their ages anymore.

I'm jailbait until the end of this year, haha. I turn 18 in December, HOW SCARY!!

my family is pretty crazy. And I know that's what everyone says, but, literally EVERYONE in my family has been an artist for the last 1000 years.

Seriously.

My mother did jewelry and fashion design, my father did scrimshaw and now paints and sculpts and carves, by grandparents painted, my paternal aunt does really crazy sculpture, embroidery, beading, painting, and dollmaking (you have no idea how nutty her stuff is.) Her husband runs a gallery, but I forget what he does, exactly, my maternal aunt is the director of art placement at Pratt, and has her MFA, in what I don't remember, my uncle, also forget, my cousins are architects and painters and designers... Nuts, the whoe family is nuts, full of batty artists. My half-sister was making the most hilarious comics at the age of 9.

So we're all bonkers.

Shovels, you say? I can see why he's engaged.

Reminder: Req and ARU are the same person.

I've told the good side, here's the bad:

My half sister's mother wasn't good enough to be a whore. She has all the dirty, unprotected sex a two dollar hooker would get, but she doesn't get paid for it. Can you tell I don't like her? Well I don't. She had so many abortions she eventually got to the point where she either had to have a child or a hysterectomy. Want to know how that story ends? I have a half sister and a broken family. That b***h is the only person mildly related to me who would do better to drink her paints than to try and use them. That way at least she's s**t pretty colours. Hell, it'd probably look better than what she actually paints. A few years back, she thought she'd try and sell her art. Traipsed off to Italy. I told my mother, "She won't last." Sure enough, that low-down mongrel of a woman came dragging her sorry a** back to my father with her tail between her legs and he booted her a** out onto the street where she belongs. She has a ******** DAUGHTER and she doesn't know the MEANING of the word responsibility. My poor sister was SO messed up a few years ago because her mother up and disappears sometimes. But now my father's bringing her up, and she's better for it.

My paternal grandfather was a *****. He would run off and go to Thailand where he could have little girls. And then he died.

My maternal grandmother was a blind, bipolar alcoholic. You wonder why my mother and aunt are NUTS. My paternal grandfather passed the obsessive compulsive disorder to my mother and aunt, and my mother passed it on to me, it seems. My mother had to check her mother into alcoholic rehab. I have her 1 year sobriety token on my keyring.

Still and all. Shovels?

was it an honest-to-goodness SHOVEL or more like a ...trowel? Because I should imagine a shovel would rip a few tings, unless he used the handle.

Gives a new meaning to "plowing a chick" though.

What does your mother call them? You make it sound as though it's soething obscene...